Cecilia

Reluctantly, I made my way to the large plane’s dining room in bare feet. While I had showered again and put on the clothes my mother brought, my makeup was minimal and instead of straightening my hair I braided it as I had with Greyson. The shoes were a no-go. My feet were too sore for the heels that I found laid out for me.

My parents were seated next to one another. Dad’s age showed in his graying hair and the wrinkles on his skin. He was still a handsome man, ...